Stupid flu

Brielle came home from school sick on Monday. I called our doctor's office and the nurse said it sounded like a virus and she would be better in a few days.
Yesterday, she was getting worse so I took her to the doctor. You guessed it, she's got the flu and she's too far into it to treat it so we just need to wait it out.

The poor kid has been so miserable, but worse than that, she's incredibly bored! She even had me email her teacher to ask for her homework so she would have something to do besides watch TV.

The rest of us have been washing our hands and using hand sanitizer (or sand hanitizer as some of us prefer to call it) like crazy, I follow her around and wipe down everything she touches with clorox wipes. We've been using disinfectant spray on everything. Max won't get within 10 feet of her because "SHE HAS GERMS ALL OVER HER!"
Instead of hugging her, we "throw hugs" across the room to her. (except for me, I can't go without hugging my little girl)

We've been doing everything we can think of to keep this thing from spreading. Seriously, I don't have time to get sick!

Today she's feeling a bit better, (Hooray!) however here's the real question.

When do you think the rest of us will get it?

Leave your guesses in the comments. The winner will get the privilege of bringing us dinner for a few nights ;0)

Halloween

Good news!

Max has finally decided what to be for Halloween.



"SUPER MAX!"



And yes, you must yell when you say that.



For two whole days he has said that he will be Super Max. As we were discussing this yesterday, I told him that I would make him a really neat costume. There would be a cape and a mask and tights...................



"NO! I don't want to wear those!"



"You don't want to wear what?' I ask.



"NO TIGHTS!" he says.



So then I ask him "Do you even know what tights are?"



He looks at me blankly and says "what are they?"











Yesterday, we went to Wal Mart and while we were there we looked at all of the Halloween decorations and some of the costumes.

Max saw a Pirate costume.

Today he says he wants to be a pirate. I got excited "Oh Max, I can make you the cutest pirate costume! You can have red velvet jacket, I can make you some boot s to go over your shoes and you can have a parrot on your shoulder and an eye patch, and a really cool sword..............



He looks at me like I'm crazy and says "I didn't want one like that, I wanted one that you buy at the store."



Then I explained to him that in our family I always make the costumes. Yes I know I'm insane, my kid wants a $14 store bought costume and I'm going to force him to wear something that I've made.

I've always made my kid's costumes and I'm just worried that someday, Max will look back at the Halloween pictures and wonder why he was the only one who didn't get a costume made by mom. By the way I look at it, I'm just saving him a few years of therapy.





I think I might have convinced CJ to dress up for Halloween. Due to the fact that he is 14 and looks 17, he won't be going out collecting candy, but instead he will be staying home passing out candy, and he might have figured out that since me and DH will be taking Max trick or treating, then he will be home by himself.



Just him and the big bucket of candy.



I told him if he dressed up, he could enjoy some of that candy.

I will be putting together a really cool vampire costume for him.

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Question of the day.

Chimichangas. Finger food or not?


Please leave your answer in the comments. I'm having a bit of a disagreement with my greasy fingered children.

A bunch of random stuff because I can't organize my thoughts well enough to write an actual post.

This week we decided that Max has a brilliant career ahead of him as a personal trainer.

Why, do you ask?

Friday, Max asked CJ to do some pull-ups on the Iron Gym. CJ humored him and did one chin up, then started to walk away.

Max ran after him and yelled "NO! Come back! I wanted you to keep doing them FOREVER!"

Max has spent the last two weeks begging me to walk on the treadmill. Each day when he reminds me, I tell him that I'm too busy right now but I'll try to do it later. (and yes, blogging counts as being busy)

Later in the evening, he will come up to me and say "Mom, you didn't walk on the treadmill today, and I wanted you to walk on the treadmill! You need to go walk on the treadmill!"

And I will tell him that it's too late because it's bedtime and maybe I'll walk on the treadmill tomorrow.

Then he cries.

I have to tell you, having Jillian from Biggest Loser yell at you in the gym would be bad, however, it's nothing compared to the guilt felt knowing that you've just caused Max's big brown eyes to fill with tears.

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I really love the smell of my new Scentsy pomegranate/orange wax melting thingy.

I also really love the smell of a roast and vegetables in the crockpot.

The two smells together..............not so much.

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Speaking of smells, has anyone noticed that the April fresh scent of Downy has been changed? I really liked the old scent, the new one doesn't do much for me.

Why did they change it?

Why hasn't there been a huge outcry with email petitions circulating to change it back?

Why can't these people at Procter and Gamble just leave well enough alone?

Why can't they understand that IF IT AIN'T BROKE, DON'T FIX IT?

As far as I'm concerned, this should be bigger than the whole "Old Coke, New Coke" fiasco.

I am currently looking for a new brand of fabric softener.

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If I seem a bit testy today, it might have to do with the weather.

It's getting cold, and I don't like being cold. Plus, I now have to make sure that all of the offspring are wearing coats and shoes and socks before they leave the house.

That's a whole lot more clothing to keep track of.

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Max can't decide what costume he wants for Halloween. At first he said he wanted to wear his crab costume from last year, causing me great happiness due to the fact that I wouldn't need to make him a new costume, however, in the last week, he has changed his mind several times.

First he said he wanted to be a puppy, then he said he wanted to be "Super Max" then he said he wanted to be Snoopy, then he said he wanted to be Jay from Men in Black, then he said he wanted to be a spider. Once he even said he wanted to be Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride. (Seriously, he does the cutest impression "My name is Inigo Montoya, you keeel my father now PREPARE TO DIE!")

Aaron will be wearing his costume from last year, and Brielle has a really cute costume idea that will be unveiled at her school Halloween party. (sorry, I've been sworn to secrecy)

CJ will be staying home handing out candy. I told him that he would be dressed as a vampire to do this, but instead, he will be dressed as a teenager who refuses to dress up for Halloween. I'm pretty sure he will eat all of the Reese's out of the candy bucket while we're gone Trick-or-treating with Max.

I suggested that CJ and Max dress up as the Jolly Green Giant and Little Sprout. CJ refused to do this, even before he found out that there would be tights involved.

Actually, he has never even heard of The Jolly Green Giant, I had to show him some of the old commercials on YouTube. (yes, this makes me feel incredibly old)

I will be dressed as a really tired mom who stayed up the entire night before making her kids costumes. I wear this costume every year.

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Speaking of feeling incredibly old, does anyone remember that television commercial for Imperial Margarine where someone would eat the margarine and a crown would appear on their head?

I can't tell you how disappointed I was when that never happened to me.

What ever happened to truth in advertising?

I'm sure some advertising executive, somewhere, thought that this would be a really great marketing campaign that would sell a ton of buttery spread, however, they obviously didn't realize that somewhere a little three year old kid would be devastated that she never got the stupid crown...............

On a related note, one of my main goals in life at age three was to find a way to fool Mother Nature. (seriously, it was!)

Also, there was also a few times where I might have tried to start an argument with the tub of margarine.

I'm beginning to wonder if I watched too much TV when I was three.

I think I'm also beginning to understand why I only buy real butter?

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Kid quote of the week

"You really know you're famous when they start putting your face on underwear."

Max the comedian

Tonight as I was tucking Max into bed, he said "Mom, tell me a joke!"

Me: "Knock knock."
Max: "Who's there?"
Me: "Boo!"
Max: "Who's boo?"
Me: "No, Max, you're supposed to say boo who?
Max: "Who's boo!"
Me: "No, boo who!"
Max: "Boo who!"
Me: "You don't need to cry about it."

Max looks at me blankly.

Me: "Get it? Boo hoo like you're crying?"
Max: "Tell me another joke."
Me: "Knock knock"
Max: "Who's there?"
Me: "Dwayne"
Max: "Who's Dwayne?"
Me: "No, you say Dwayne who?"
Max: "Dwayne who?"
Me: "Dwayne the bathtub, I'm dwowning!"

Max looks at me blankly.

Max: "Tell me another joke."
Me: Knock knock."
Max: "Who's there?"
Me: "Banana"
Max: "Who's banana?"
Me: "No Max, say BANANA WHO!"
Max: "OK"
Me: "Knock knock."
Max: "Who's there?"
Me: "Banana."
Max: "Who's banana?"
Me: "What?"
Max: "Banana who?"
Me: "Knock knock."
Who's there?"
Me: "Banana."
Max: (giggling)"Banana who?"
Me: "Knock knock."
Who's there?"
Me: "Banana."
Max: (giggling louder)"Banana who?"
Me: "Knock knock."
Who's there?"
Me: "Orange"
Max: (giggle giggle) "Orange who?"
Me: "Orange you glad I didn't say banana?"

Max stops giggling and says:

"Was that a joke?"